I was at Sweet’s when Pearl Harbor was bombed. I had stayed all night. I was still in bed.
The friendly brown snake had brought my breakfast. I was just finishing when Sweet walked into my bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed.
He said, ‘Berg, Uncle Sam just just got his throat cut. The Slant Eyes, just put the torch to Pearl Harbor. Whores gonna make more scratch now than ever before. Berg I got a feeling this Second World War is going to hurt the pimp game in the long run.’
I said, ‘Sweet, how do you figure that.’
He said, ‘you know a whore ain’t nothing but an ex-square. A good pimp wears out a lot of whores in his lifetime. If there ain’t no big pool of squares for the pimps to turn out, then stables gotta get smaller.
‘The defense plants are gonna claim thousands of young potential whores. Those square bitches are gonna get their pay checks. They’ll get shitty independent. A pimp can’t turn them out.
‘The older square broads are going into the plants too. Thousands of them got teenage daughters. They’ll have the scratch to fill the bellies of those young bitches. They’ll put nice clothes on their backs. Why the hell should they whore for a pimp. They can pimp on Mama.
‘The worse thing is those plants are inviting whores with strict pimps to split and square up. If the war lasts a long time, pimps will have to turn pussy to hold a whore.
‘Berg ain’t but one real Heaven for a pimp. He’s in it when there’s a big pool of raggedy, hungry young bitches’
The war was raging. The defense plants were grinding out war goods around the clock. Thousands of young and old broads were slaving in them.
As far as I was concerned the pool was still full of fine fish.
– Iceberg Slim, Pimp: The Story of My Life